For lack of a more suitable place, I hung an earthenware birdhouse—actually, just a hollow clay ball with a hole … Continue reading Troglodytes and humans
Spring Ephemerals – in a rich forest near you.
Continue reading Spring Ephemerals
When hiking in the woods in May, I instinctively look around the base of ash trees. Sometimes in a … Continue reading Have you hugged an ash today?
My dad’s sister Mary had a parakeet named Rembrandt. An artist, of Irish descent and pretty enough to have modelled, … Continue reading Joining the old scholar’s club